Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12601 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oft have I sat in secret sighs
To feel my flesh decay;
Then groaned aloud with frighted eyes,
To view the tottering clay.
2 But I forbid my sorrows now,
Nor dares the flesh complain;
Diseases bring their profits, too;
The joy o’ercomes the pain.
3 My cheerful soul now all the day
Sits waiting here and sings;
Looks thro’ ruins of her clay,
And practices her wings.
4 Faith almost changes into sight,
While from afar she spies
Her fair inheritance, in light
Above created skies.
5 Had but the prison walls been strong
And firm, without a flaw,
In darkness she had dwelt too long
And less of glory saw.
6 But now the everlasting hills
Through every chink appear,
And something of the joy she feels
While she’s a prisoner here.
7 Bright Heaven rushes sweetly in
At all the gaping flaws;
Of endless bliss are visions seen;
And native air she draws.
8 O may these walls stand tottering still,
The breaches never close,
If I must here in darkness dwell,
And all this glory lose!
9 O rather let this flesh decay;
The ruins wider grow,
Till, glad to see th’enlargèd way,
I stretch my pinions through. Languages: English Tune Title: DUBLIN
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